Insomnia

Speaks for itself -- insomnia. It's not a lot of fun.

Insomnia is

when it's four A.M. and you're

lying in bed, and you're

closing your eyes, and you're

still too awake, and you're

thinking too much, and you're

feeling a bit fed up, and you're

sick and tired of feeling

tired and sick.

 

Insomnia is

when it's four A.M., and it's

the little things that get to you, and it's

the sounds nobody else hears, and it's

the visions that creep, and it's

a hold-you-tight fear of nightmares, and it's

feeling sick and tired of feeling

tired and sick.

 

Insomnia is

when it's four A.M. and I

am still awake.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Amy Bumpas]

Been there, done that, and I hate it myself.
This poem says it all..and the emotions I can
feel...like the frustration of not being able to sleep.

[Melody♪♫]

i love this, story of my life, no lie. you're a very talented writer. I love the repitition, and how it's obvious what your talking about, but at the end you state that your awake, even though that's already been assumed.